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Today's poem is "Communion"
from Low Country, High Water

Texas Review Press

Sally Stewart Mohney A North Carolina native currently living in Atlanta, Mohney is the author of pale blue mercy, (Main Street Rag Publishing Author's Choice Series) and A Piece of Calm (Finishing Line Press). Her writing has appeared in The Atlanta Journal & Constitution, The Boston Literary Review, The Broad River Review, The Cortland Review, The Iodine Poetry Review, The San Pedro River Review, Town Creek Poetry and elsewhere. Her work has been featured in Stone, River, Sky: An Anthology of Georgia Poems, The Reach of Song and The Southern Poetry Anthology, Volume VII: North Carolina.

Books by Sally Stewart Mohney:

Other poems on the web by Sally Stewart Mohney:
"Once the Last Child Leaves"

About Low Country, High Water:

"Sally Stewart Mohney is a keen observer of estuary and ocean, landscape and flower, birds and weather. She translates her landscapes, waterscapes, and interiors ("Her Mother's Kitchen"being one of the gems) into connections with family, loss and beauty, creating small, delicate patterns that intrigue and charm. A child's going away, a father's jigsaw sky, a mother's loss to Parkinson's, and the wide world in which all things live--here is the physical and the spiritual at once, touchable and fine."
—Betty Adcock

"Sally Stewart Mohney takes us into a world of remarkable beauty and threatening terrain. Her weather is indeed unsettled whether the locale is coastal Carolina storms--detritus flies past: / hair, wind, sock/ bits of tainted bitten heart/ to the river Seine where she scatters ashes from a Paris footbridge. Mohney's water--marshes to ocean, carry us to the natural world and all its inhabitants in lyrical and scenic ways. Family stories flow and ebb as does Mohney's own deeply felt and beautifully told story. Digging in her garden, she finds her son's old toys--my shoulders folded like napkins/ knees baptized/. Her delicate lines fall like snow in winter, the silence in just the right spaces, the subtle, soft build of each poem until we are swept along so completely, we forget ourselves, the magical place where every reader hopes to dwell."
—Diana Pinckney



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